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How You and I Became We

Natasha Romanoff x GN!Reader

Warnings: Light mentions of the red room, Natasha having PTSD, a lot of tooth rotting fluff of reader helping Nat through things and being her rock

Word count: 885

A/N: I felt bad for making Nat the bad guy and had to make up for it. So here she is, being baby and soft.

You met Natasha after she defected from Russia, claiming she wanted to do better and be better. Fury assigned her to you and Barton. Field missions she'd head out with Clint then report back to you. 

Slowly you learned things about Natasha especially since you two shared an apartment. Fury had asked if you could take her in since she had nowhere to go and it would take her a bit to save up for her own place. 

It was your first night together when you learned about her need to handcuff herself to the bed. You tried to reassure her that she didn't need that and she assured you that she did.

You compromised with her by holding her wrist through the night. You got little sleep that whole first week, but you'd slept worse before.

Slowly you were able to let go of your grip until she didn't need it anymore though you found her still seeking out your touch to help her fall asleep, it usually became your hands intertwined and eventually you'd start waking up with more than just your hands intertwined.

Over time you had learned Natasha's habits and you find her seeking out your office for its comforting atmosphere. The soft yellow lights, soft lofi music, comfy couches, and snuggly blankets. She'd come in quietly, if your desk hadn't faced the door you probably wouldn't even know she'd slipped in as she grabbed a blanket, wrapping herself up and laying down. 

She'd start talking in Russian assuming you didn't understand, but you knew several languages. She'd complain about various things, especially the red room. You had learned a lot from her file that Fury gave you and you knew about the Red Room and the horrible things that had gone on there. Natasha only confirmed them as she spoke in Russian.

“Krasnaya komnata isportila vsyu moyu zhizn'. U menya v bukhgalterskoy knige stol'ko krasnogo, i ya ne znayu, smogu li ya kogda-nibud' eto ispravit'... YA ne ponimayu, pochemu ty tak dobr ko mne…(The red room fucked with my whole life over. I've got so much red in my ledger and I don't know if I'll ever be able to fix it...I don't understand why you're so nice to me…)” 

You looked up from your paperwork. She wasn't looking at you, just staring off, as she tugged on a loose string of the blanket. You had heard her say a lot of negative things since you had met, but she had never brought you into it so you figured it was time,

“YA dobr k tebe, potomu chto ty mne nravish'sya, Natal'ya. YA dumayu, ty khoroshiy chelovek. Prosto potomu, chto oni kontrolirovali vas tak, kak oni eto delali, vy reshili uyti, chtoby stat' luchshe, potomu chto vy luchshe. To, cherez chto oni zastavili vas proyti, bylo obuslovleno vami, no eto ne znachit, chto eto vy. (I'm nice to you because I like you Natalia. I think you're a good person. Just because they controlled you the way they did it was your decision to leave, to be better because you are better. What they put you through was conditioned into you it doesn't mean it is you.)” you leaned back in your chair, she shot up, blanket falling off of her. 

“You can speak Russian?” Her voice wavered as you nodded. 

“The whole time?”

“Yes. I didn't want you to stop venting, but I don't want you questioning why I'm nice to you. It's not because I have to be. It's because I want to be. I actually genuinely like you Natalia.” You stood up, making your way around your desk until you were in front of her. She stood a few inches taller than you as you looked up into her striking green eyes. 

“Why…?” You shrug.

“Why do we like anything? Or anyone for that matter? Emotions are weird and complicated, but that's okay because there doesn't have to be some big hidden meaning behind why I like you. Do you like me?” Natasha nods, making you smile and slowly reach out for her hand, she allows you to intertwine your fingers. “Then that's all that matters, don't you think?” She looks away and down and everywhere, but at you until you take your other hand and gently cup her cheek which brings her attention back to you. “It's okay to feel this way Tasha. No one is going to stop you, especially not me.” You barely had time to blink before her lips pressed against yours softly. 

You let your hand move to the back of her head so she couldn't pull back too quickly as you kissed back, letting your lips dance for the first time. 

You let her go, pulling back only to have her chase your lips, gripping your cheeks and pulling you back in as you fall against the couch, her now straddling your lap as she kisses you with a fever like she's suddenly addicted to you and can't get enough until you both need air. Breathing heavily, feeling her hot breath against your face. You grip her hips pulling her closer.

“I do hope that you don't leave me all hot and bothered with just your kisses.” You breathe out, kissing her jaw and neck.

“Wouldn't dream of it.” 

[testingthewatersss]

I never lost him Trigger warnings for PTSD, mentions of war, torture,  etc. Just unapologetic cuddling and comfort ft. Steve Rodgers. Bucky Barnes x F Reader Chapter 1 2400 words fluff, angst, comfort. 18+ MDNI Post TWS Steve realises that he's not the only one looking for Sargent Barnes. Reader is Tony’s sister, a non-enhanced shield agent who recently resurfaced.

“I don’t really know what you want me to say”

“Y/N” Tony says, exasperated, “I want you to say that you’ll be more careful”

“That’s a bit rich, comin’ from you”

Natasha scoffs at the young woman’s reply, quickly shrugging at Steve, who is positioned directly across from her in the quinn-jet.

“I” Stark continues, “Didn’t just ransack an entire underground base-“

“No, you were just waiting outside said base, with a shit-tone of explosives”

This time, Romanoff doesn’t even bother to disguise her laughter, much to the dismay of the other, more uncomfortable passengers.

“I also have a billion-dollar suit-”

“I can make myself one, if us matching would make you feel any better”

The offer silences Tony, who rubs at his goatee, screwing his eyes shut for a moment as he considers his sister.

“I’m sorry me doing my job makes you nervous” she offers calmly, standing up from her spot to pace towards the main console, “but, look on the bright side, we got all the tech we wanted, and, it’s one less HYDRA lair for SHIELD to worry about bringing down”

“She’s right, Tony” Steve inserts, speaking for the first time since their departure, “I’m not gonna say I agree with her method-”

“Oh good” Stark counters, still clearly irritated, “Because for a second there, it sounded like you were going to praise my little sister for jumping head on into a fight without backup”

“I had back up” Y/N mutters, keying something into the computer

“Like who?” Tony bristles,

“You” she answers, turning to face him.

It’s clear from the silence that follows, that that is something she was expecting him to have known already.

It’s also clear that her having that level of unwavering faith in him, is something he didn’t consider as a possibility.

He’s suddenly very flattered. It shows.

Y/N rolls her eyes, and everyone notices how identical the expression looks when it’s her who’s wearing it.

Tony smiles the rest of the way back to New York. Not even Fury chastising them for their ‘rash actions’ does much to temper his new found elation. In fact, when he tries to scold Y/N, by saying that ‘Reckless impulsivity’ must be a genetic trait they share, he only seems to get happier.

Steve looks somewhat satisfied with the days events, and Natasha is boarder line chipper considering her usual blank facade.

“What did you go back for?” she whispers, when Y/N eventually takes her seat, back at her side, “i pochemu ty pryachesh' eto ot svoyego brata?” and why are you hiding it from your brother?

“because it’s not any of his business” she answers calmly, ignoring the quirk in Steve’s brow, “Eto to, chto ya dumayu, prinadlezhit Sardzhentu Barnsu”

“Sargent Barnes?” Natasha echos, shock making her forget her place for once.

Rodgers snaps up in his seat, eyes suddenly trained in on the women-

“Don’t pretend you don’t know who he is” Y/N chides, “I know damn well you’ve both been tracking him for months-”

“You know Bucky?!” Steve demands in a hushed tone, acutely aware of their lack of privacy.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” she quotes, not bothering to hide her smirk.

“Son of a bitch!”

“Language” the women tease in unison.

Natasha has taken the minute of distraction to compose herself.

It’s hardly surprising Y/N has caught on to their lame attempts at locating the former assassin. They’ve been hacking into her tech after all-

“No offence” she chides, “but did either of you really think nobody was going to notice a bunch of Stark drones being deployed covertly with no authorisation? ”

It’s clear from Steve’s expression that that’s exactly what he’d thought.

“You’re lucky it was me who caught on” she says, “Tony would have put a stop to it pretty fast, y’know, he’s still a little sour about the whole he murdered our parents thing”

“Y/N/N” Steve begins, clearly desperate, “He didn’t know- there is no way Bucky would’ve-”

She raises a hand to silence him, nodding over at her brother who is still blissfully focused on the navigation software.

“You’ve been keeping him off our tracks” Natasha realises, blinking between the siblings, “You are the one that’s been helping me decrypt the security codes-”

Y/N just shrugs.

“You’re actually quite good” she comments, “for a field agent”

Natasha rolls her eyes, bumping her shoulder playfully.

Steve shifts anxiously on his seat clearly trying to process the information he’s just been hit with.

“If you” he begins, “If you’ve already been doin’ that, would- would you help us? I’m sure with you runnin’ some of the kit we track him down in-”

“I don’t need to track him down” Y/N says pleasantly, shutting her eyes, “I know exactly where he is”

Before either of the others could formulate a response, she’d put her headphones in, and was leaning back against the wall, seemingly serene.

Steve had festered for the entire journey back, sharing strained looks at Natasha who seemed to be utterly unwilling to share in his urgent need to do something.

Once they’d landed, Tony had rushed his sister down to their lab to run some tests on the things they’d brought back, and to update Banner who’d been staying behind with Clint.

Much to his continued dismay, Black Widow had only cautioned him against doing anything stupid where the Starks were concerned. Warning him that he was on thin ice with Tony already, and reminding him of the older man’s protective nature, when it came to his sister.

“But she knows Nat” he’d insisted, “she knows his name, she knew about the bridge, about what he said-”

“maybe” Natasha allows

“-How?! How the hell does she know about that” he half demands, “and how, has does she know ‘exactly where he is!?”

“I don’t kn-”

“Shocking” Y/N says, pushing the door to the room open with a smile on her face, “You’re in the dark about’ somethin’ Red? I’d never have believed it-“

Before the spy can react the teasing, Steve has reacted, he’s turned, jaw locked as he reaches out to grip her arm, hard enough to leave a bruise.

She stiffens at the sudden contact, and Natasha takes a step towards the pair.

Their eyes are locked together, Y/N looks almost curious by the boldness of the mans actions, but she can tell that he’s hurting her, even though she knows him well enough to be certain it’s not deliberate.

“Steve…” she cautions, astutely aware of the way that the other woman is assessing the scenario “let her go”

“Unless you want you and your old buddy to have a matching set” Y/N says, flicking a glance at his hand, “then I’d do what she says.”

Steve releases her instantly, ashamed of the way he’d acted on instinct, without considering how he much have hurt her in the process.

“I’m sorry” he says sincerely, taking a step back, “I didn’t mean to-”

“I know” Y/N accepts, damp hair falling in front of her face as she offers him an amused smile, “Don’t worry about it”

“Y/N/N” Nat begins, hopeful that if she can do the talking, they might stand a chance of leaving this interaction with more information then they’d started with, “You said you know where Barnes is located”

“I did” she agrees, leaning on the counter, “I do”

Steve watches her, body thrumming with adrenaline.

“How?” Nat presses, “we’ve been running drones-”

“I know what you’ve been doin’” she replies, “and don’t get me wrong, I love a satellite controlled drone as much as the next girl, but I’ve been takin’ a different approach in terms of gettin’ an updated location-”

“-and that is?”

“I called him a couple of days ago.”

Steve’s jaw drops open, Natasha’s locks shut.

Y/N looks at the duo, and her amusement visible shifts to something more akin to sympathy, when she sees how earnestly Steve wants information about his friend.

“He’s alright…” she offers, “… safe”

“He has a cell phone?” Nat mumbles, more annoyed at herself for not figuring that out, than she is absorbed in the nuance of the conversation

“He takes your calls?”

“Well yeah” Y/N replies to both of them, “I check in every now and then”

“You… check in, on the winter soldier?”

“Are we still calling him that?” she quips, turning to look at Natasha, “I mean, we can I guess, but it sounds a little formal don't you think? I usually stick with Bucky"

Steve is still speechless. He just blinks dumbly at the women for a second, thoughts racing.

“What?” Y/N chides, “You’re the only one allowed to make new friends?”

He runs a hand through his hair, starring at her again.

“Is that what you are? His friend?”

She thinks his tone is awfully protective, if a little suspicious. It doesn’t take her long to decide that it’s endearing, rather than offensive, so she offers him a smile before shrugging, and murmuring a “somethin’ like that” that makes Natasha scoff.

Another, longer silence fills the room. Nobody seems keen on breaking it, and the mutual air of acceptance that has come with it.

Steve isn’t sure why he trusts the woman’s intentions, but that doesn’t change the fact that he does.

Natasha has always loved Y/N. Their bond goes deeper and further back then any of the others know, so there was never any part of her that was going to risk upsetting her over a man she’s never spoken to.

“He’s expecting a call tonight” Y/N says finally, “I'll tell him you say hello”

The hope that flairs behind Steve’s eyes is sweet. He grins and takes a step towards her, he catches himself though, and slows his movements, feeling absurdly guilty about the way he’d greeted her earlier.

“I’m not giving you his number” she tells him firmly, with no hint of apology

“Please” he asks, feeling the optimism he’d been experiencing a moment ago dissipate like smoke, “Y/N-”

“I can’t” she replies, looking at the other woman for support, “He knows you’re looking for him, Steve, he knows where I live, I-”

“is he angry at me?”

“What?” both girls say in unison

“Why would he be angry at you?” Y/N asks, as Natasha offers her a confused glance.

“I- I left him, I-“

“You nearly died” Black Widow inserts, “He nearly killed you”

“That doesn’t matter Nat, I-”

“No” Y/N says calmly, “No Steve, he’s not angry with you- He’s-” she sighs, “He’s not angry at anybody”

“So why-”

“He’s scared, Steve” Natasha says, as if that answer had been obvious, “I mean can you blame the guy?”

Y/N averts her eyes, but it’s obvious from her expression that she agrees.

“I don’t-”

“God, Steve” the red head continues, "He's clearly running from something, and right now, my money's on us-”

“-Oh, god…”

Y/N looks up seeing, hearing the remorse in their voices.

“He’s fine” she repeats, “but he’s not ready for a reunion”

It looks like he might cry. She can barely handle it, so she moves in, closing the few steps between them, and pulls him into a hug.

He laughs into her shoulder, shocked at the contact, but not displeased. He holds onto her, before nodding when she pulls away.

“Would-” he sighs, clearly emotional, “Would’ya tell him, I’m- I’m sorry, I’ll- I’ll give him space, and I- I swear I never meant to make it any harder on him I just- I just miss him-”

“I’ll tell him, I promise”

He nods again, and reigns himself back in, the best he can, pawing at his face to stop tears from filling his eyes.

“So…” Nat begins, “…what did you bring back for him?”

Steve turns to face the spy, and then the Stark.

Y/N is grinning, as she pulls a silver chain from her pocket.

“What’s that?” Romanoff asks, looking at the dog tag that’s hanging from it almost suspiciously, “and why do you think it’s his?”

“Because it is” Y/N answers calmly, “Isn’t it?”

She hands it to Steve, who holds it like it’s fragile, like it’s precious, or like he’s worried it might disappear.

He turns the tag over in his fingers, looking at the familiar engraving with awe.

“It… that… that’s not possible”

“Clearly, it is” Y/N teases, taking it back from his hands, “He told me about it once, said he’d never taken it off before he fell- when I saw it in that drawer I figured I should probably get it back to him”

“We had them made” Rodgers says, “when we got him out of that camp, everyone was jokin’, said it was so if one of us got lost, we’d get brought back to the other”

“Where’s yours?” she asks, eying his baron neck,

“Somewhere at the bottom of the ocean.”

The sadness in his tone is heavy. It pulls at Y/N’s heart strings until one almost snaps in her chest.

“Well, maybe it’ll come back to you one day” is all she says, even though she feels like she owes him more than that.

He forces a chuckle and nods.

“How are you gonna get it to him?” he asks, clearly nervous, “it could get-”

“I’m going to hand it to him” she says, “I’m not going to risk sending it in the mail, Steve, I promise”

His curiosity is clearly sparked again, but this time, he bites his tongue.

The trust he’s putting in her is tangible. She offers him a smile, and tucks the necklace away.

“I’m gonna get back to T-” she announces, pressing a peck against Natasha’s cheek, “I’ll let you know how he’s getting on”

“We’ll stop the drones” the other woman offers,

“You don’t have to” Y/N replies over her shoulder, “they’re way off track”

Steve shakes his head, dismayed- earlier that week they’d been sure they’d gotten a lead in Budapest.

“We really weren’t ever close?” Nat asks, almost irritated

“No” she replies apologetically, “But if it helps, you were up against me, so you never really stood a chance”

“Careful, darlin” Steve cuts in, “you’re startin’ to sound-”

“Like an arrogant douche bag” Natasha finishes for him,

Y/N laughs, loud and hearty like her brother.

“Maybe it’s genetic” she suggests playfully, “Recklessness, Impulsivity, Arrogance, I’m sure Fury’s puttin’ a list together-”

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khair, hallo, sansar umeed hai ki tusin sun rahe ho je main jawan han taan mainu maaf kar deo vari-vari bolan lai koi hai jisnu main gua riha haan mainu lagda hai ki uh ho sakde han mere vichon bihtar adha uh galat jagah 'te hun is noon sahi banaun di koshish caro par main gies thahiraun ton thakk gia han is lai main tuhanu kahinda han ghar ao, ghar aao kiunki main tuhadi udeek kar riha haan inne lambe samen lai, inne lambe samen lai ate is samen vanian vichale jung chal rahi hai par main siraf tusin ate main vekhade han ate tuhade lai ladai uh sabh hai jo main kade janda haan is lai ghar aao oh main sundarta vich gum janda haan joe kujh vi main vekhada haan us vichon dunia adhi madi nahin hai jiven ki uh is noon rangde han j saare puttar, sarian dhian is noon andar lain lai rukia khair, umeed hai, nafrat ghatt ho javegi ate pyar shuru ho sakda hai ih hun shuru ho sakda hai, han theek hai, shaid main siraf ucchi awaaz witch supne dekh riha haan khair, udon tak ghar ao, ghar aao kiunki main tuhadi udeek kar riha haan inne lambe samen lai, inne lambe samen lai ate is samen vanian vichale jung chal rahi hai par main siraf tusin ate main vekhade han ate tuhade lai ladai uh sabh kujh hai jo main kade janda han, kade janda haan is lai aao h

no, zdravstvuy, meer nadeyus, vy slushaete prosti menya, esli ya molod za vyskazyvanye vne oceredi yest kto-to, kogo mne ne khvatalo ya dumayu, chto oney mogli by byt luchshaya polovina menya oney ne vieu thome meste pytayus vse ispravit no ya ustal opravdyvatsya poetomu ya govoryu vam vozvrashchaisya domoi, vozvrashchaisya domoi potomu chto ya zhdal tebya, tuck dolgo, tuck dolgo you pryamo sejcas idet voyna mezhdu tshcheslaviem no vse, chto ya vijou, eto te you ya you borba za tebya — eto vse, chto ya kogda-libo znal tuck chto vozvrashchaites domoi ukh ya teryayus vieu krasote ease vsego, chto vijou meer ne tuck ploch cack oney ego maluut esli vse synovya, vse doceri ostanovilsia, chtoby pryniat ego chto zh, boodham nadeyatsya, chto nenavist utikhnet you lyubov moget nachatsya eto moget nachatsya pryamo sejcas, da no, moget byt, ya prosto mechtaio vslukh no, a do tech pore vozvrashchaisya domoi, vozvrashchaisya domoi potomu chto ya zhdal tebya, tuck dolgo, tuck dolgo you pryamo sejcas idet voyna mezhdu tshcheslaviem no vse, chto ya vijou, eto te you ya you borba za tebya – eto vse, chto ya kogda-libo znal, kogda-libo znal tuck chto priezzhay kh

Ia, talofa, lalolagi Faamoemoe o loo e faalogo Faamagalo mai pe a ou laitiiti Mo le tautala ese mai le taimi e tatau ai E i ai se tasi sa ou misia Ou te manatu e mafai ona O le afa sili o a'u O loo i ai i le nofoaga sese Taumafai e faasa'o Ae ua ou le lavava i le tauamiotonuina Ou te fai atu ia te outou Sau i le fale, sau i le fale 'Ona sa ou faatalitali mo oe Mo se taimi umi lava, mo se taimi umi lava Ma o le taimi nei o loo i ai se taua i le va o mea le aoga Ae na pau lava le mea ou te vaai i ai o oe ma au Ma o le tau mo oe ua na o le pau lea o le mea ua ou iloa O lea la, sau i le fale Oi 'Ou te se'i i le matagofie O mea uma ua ou vaai i ai E le afa le leaga o le lalolagi A o latou valiina ina ia Afai o atalii uma, o afafine uma Tu e ave i totonu Ia, e faamoemoe, ua mou atu le inoino Ma e mafai ona amata le alofa Atonu e amata nei, ioe Ia, atonu o loo ou moemiti leotele Ia, seia oo i lena taimi Sau i le fale, sau i le fale 'Ona sa ou faatalitali mo oe Mo se taimi umi lava, mo se taimi umi lava Ma o le taimi nei o loo i ai se taua i le va o mea le aoga Ae na pau lava le mea ou te vaai i ai o oe ma au Ma o le tau mo oe ua na o le pau lea o le mea ua ou iloaina, ua ou iloaina O lea la, o mai

Ну, здравствуй, мир Надеюсь, вы слушаете Прости меня, если я молод За высказывание вне очереди Есть кто-то, кого мне не хватало Я думаю, что они могли бы быть Лучшая половина меня Они не в том месте Пытаюсь все исправить Но я устал оправдываться Поэтому Я говорю вам Возвращайся домой, возвращайся домой Потому что я ждал тебя, Так долго, так долго И прямо сейчас идет война между тщеславием Но все, что я вижу, это ты и я И борьба за тебя — это все, что я когда-либо знал Так что возвращайтесь домой Ух Я теряюсь в красоте Из всего, что вижу Мир не так плох Как они его малюют Если все сыновья, все дочери Остановился, чтобы принять его Что ж, будем надеяться, что ненависть утихнет И любовь может начаться Это может начаться прямо сейчас, да Ну, может быть, я просто мечтаю вслух Ну, а до тех пор Возвращайся домой, возвращайся домой Потому что я ждал тебя, Так долго, так долго И прямо сейчас идет война между тщеславием Но все, что я вижу, это ты и я И борьба за тебя – это все, что я когда-либо знал, когда-либо знал Так что приезжай х

Hello World, None None Esperanza Nuviriza Umbabarire niba uri umusore Kuyaga kure y'umusozo Hari uwabuze I imagine they can be Nusa Nusa Ini Bari mu kibanza kitari co Tesha Eshika Ndambiwe kudonda Ndababwire rero Come Home - Imuhira Kuko narindindiriye so long, cane cane Ubu rero hari intambara hagati y'aba banyesozi Ico mbona gusa ni jewe na wewe Kuko ivyo vyose ntigeze menyera ku buzima bwanje Eshika Home Oho Narenciye Ewa Ivyo mbona vyose Nusa Nusi Nk'uko bavyita ngo Niba abahungu bose, abakobwa bose Hagarika kukwifatira mu Eko Urukundo rurashoboka Maybe Start None Yes None 18 Maybe I can't dream cane kino kino Come Home - Imuhira Kuko narindindiriye so long, cane cane Ubu rero hari intambara hagati y'aba banyesozi Ico mbona gusa ni jewe na wewe Ico nzi co ni uko ari wewe gusa namenye None None None H

Ei bine, bună ziua, lume Sper că ascultați Iartă-mă dacă sunt tânără Pentru a vorbi în afara rândului E cineva care mi-a lipsit Cred că ar putea fi Jumătatea mai bună a mea Sunt în locul greșit Încercând să o fac bine Dar m-am săturat să justific Așa că îți spun Vino acasă, vino acasă Pentru că te-am așteptat Atât de mult timp, atât de mult timp Și chiar acum este un război între vanități Dar tot ce văd ești tu și eu Și lupta pentru tine este tot ce am cunoscut vreodată Așa că vino acasă Ooh Mă pierd în frumusețe Din tot ce văd Lumea nu este nici pe jumătate la fel de rea Așa cum o pictează ei Dacă toți fiii, toate fiicele S-a oprit să-l asimileze Ei bine, sperăm că ura dispare Și dragostea poate începe S-ar putea să înceapă acum, da Ei bine, poate că doar visez cu voce tare Ei bine, până atunci Vino acasă, vino acasă Pentru că te-am așteptat Atât de mult timp, atât de mult timp Și chiar acum este un război între vanități Dar tot ce văd ești tu și eu Și lupta pentru tine este tot ce am cunoscut vreodată, am cunoscut vreodată Așa că vino h

Xa, Hadi, ximha̲i Di to̲'mi da estés escuchando Gi puni di nu'bu̲ Dar bätsitho 'Bu̲ ñä ar fuera de turno Jawa 'na jar nä'ä xta echado ar menos Pe nä'ä podrían to Mäs xi hño japi ar Ngekagi Gi 'bu̲hu̲ jar lugar equivocado Pa ndi bädi hoki ar za̲ Pe nza̲ki ar uni Jange ga xi'i Ba ngú, Ba ehe gí nguu Porke ga xta 'ma̲i esperando Ir tanto pa, ya tanto ya pa Ne nu'bya 'bu̲i 'nar hñäki ja ya vanidades Pe nga̲tho nä'ä di heti dí nu'i ne ya Nuga̲. Ne ar lucha ge'e ar nga̲tho nä'ä xta conocido Nja'bu da japi nguu Ooh Di pierdo jar ar belleza Ga̲tho nä'ä di heti Ar ximha̲i Hingar nixi japi ar nts'o Ngu nä'ä pintan Nu'bu̲ ya bätsi, ga̲tho ya t'ixu Di detuve pa ndi asimilar Hä, ko ar suerte, ar odio disminuye Ne ar hne to ndi ndu̲i Ndi 'bu̲i nu'bya hä Hä, pe xähmä ho̲ntho di soñando jar nts'e̲di Xa, asta gem'bu̲ Ba ngú, Ba ehe gí nguu Porke ga xta 'ma̲i esperando Ir tanto pa, ya tanto ya pa Ne nu'bya 'bu̲i 'nar hñäki ja ya vanidades Pe nga̲tho nä'ä di heti dí nu'i ne ya Nuga̲. Ne ar lucha ge'e ar nga̲tho nä'ä xta conocido, nzäm'bu̲ xta conocido Nja'bu da handi h

ਖੈਰ, ਹੈਲੋ, ਸੰਸਾਰ ਉਮੀਦ ਹੈ ਕਿ ਤੁਸੀਂ ਸੁਣ ਰਹੇ ਹੋ ਜੇ ਮੈਂ ਜ���ਾਨ ਹਾਂ ਤਾਂ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਮਾਫ਼ ਕਰ ਦਿਓ ਵਾਰੀ-ਵਾਰੀ ਬੋਲਣ ਲਈ ਕੋਈ ਹੈ ਜਿਸਨੂੰ ਮੈਂ ਗੁਆ ਰਿਹਾ ਹਾਂ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਲਗਦਾ ਹੈ ਕਿ ਉਹ ਹੋ ਸਕਦੇ ਹਨ ਮੇਰੇ ਵਿੱਚੋਂ ਬਿਹਤਰ ਅੱਧਾ ਉਹ ਗਲਤ ਜਗ੍ਹਾ 'ਤੇ ਹਨ ਇਸ ਨੂੰ ਸਹੀ ਬਣਾਉਣ ਦੀ ਕੋਸ਼ਿਸ਼ ਕਰੋ ਪਰ ਮੈਂ ਜਾਇਜ਼ ਠਹਿਰਾਉਣ ਤੋਂ ਥੱਕ ਗਿਆ ਹਾਂ ਇਸ ਲਈ ਮੈਂ ਤੁਹਾਨੂੰ ਕਹਿੰਦਾ ਹਾਂ ਘਰ ਆਓ, ਘਰ ਆਓ ਕਿਉਂਕਿ ਮੈਂ ਤੁਹਾਡੀ ਉਡੀਕ ਕਰ ਰਿਹਾ ਹਾਂ ਇੰਨੇ ਲੰਬੇ ਸਮੇਂ ਲਈ, ਇੰਨੇ ਲੰਬੇ ਸਮੇਂ ਲਈ ਅਤੇ ਇਸ ਸਮੇਂ ਵੈਨੀਆਂ ਵਿਚਾਲੇ ਜੰਗ ਚੱਲ ਰਹੀ ਹੈ ਪਰ ਮੈਂ ਸਿਰਫ ਤੁਸੀਂ ਅਤੇ ਮੈਂ ਵੇਖਦੇ ਹਾਂ ਅਤੇ ਤੁਹਾਡੇ ਲਈ ਲੜਾਈ ਉਹ ਸਭ ਹੈ ਜੋ ਮੈਂ ਕਦੇ ਜਾਣਦਾ ਹਾਂ ਇਸ ਲਈ ਘਰ ਆਓ ਓਹ ਮੈਂ ਸੁੰਦਰਤਾ ਵਿੱਚ ਗੁੰਮ ਜਾਂਦਾ ਹਾਂ ਜੋ ਕੁਝ ਵੀ ਮੈਂ ਵੇਖਦਾ ਹਾਂ ਉਸ ਵਿੱਚੋਂ ਦੁਨੀਆ ਅੱਧੀ ਮਾੜੀ ਨਹੀਂ ਹੈ ਜਿਵੇਂ ਕਿ ਉਹ ਇਸ ਨੂੰ ਰੰਗਦੇ ਹਨ ਜੇ ਸਾਰੇ ਪੁੱਤਰ, ਸਾਰੀਆਂ ਧੀਆਂ ਇਸ ਨੂੰ ਅੰਦਰ ਲੈਣ ਲਈ ਰੁਕਿਆ ਖੈਰ, ਉਮੀਦ ਹੈ, ਨਫ਼ਰਤ ਘੱਟ ਹੋ ਜਾਵੇਗੀ ਅਤੇ ਪਿਆਰ ਸ਼ੁਰੂ ਹੋ ਸਕਦਾ ਹੈ ਇਹ ਹੁਣ ਸ਼ੁਰੂ ਹੋ ਸਕਦਾ ਹੈ, ਹਾਂ ਠੀਕ ਹੈ, ਸ਼ਾਇਦ ਮੈਂ ਸਿਰਫ ਉੱਚੀ ਆਵਾਜ਼ ਵਿਚ ਸੁਪਨੇ ਦੇਖ ਰਿਹਾ ਹਾਂ ਖੈਰ, ਉਦੋਂ ਤੱਕ ਘਰ ਆਓ, ਘਰ ਆਓ ਕਿਉਂਕਿ ਮੈਂ ਤ���ਹਾਡੀ ਉਡੀਕ ਕਰ ਰਿਹਾ ਹਾਂ ਇੰਨੇ ਲੰਬੇ ਸਮੇਂ ਲਈ, ਇੰਨੇ ਲੰਬੇ ਸਮੇਂ ਲਈ ਅਤੇ ਇਸ ਸਮੇਂ ਵੈਨੀਆਂ ਵਿਚਾਲੇ ਜੰਗ ਚੱਲ ਰਹੀ ਹੈ ਪਰ ਮੈਂ ਸਿਰਫ ਤੁਸੀਂ ਅਤੇ ਮੈਂ ਵੇਖਦੇ ਹਾਂ ਅਤੇ ਤੁਹਾਡੇ ਲਈ ਲੜਾਈ ਉਹ ਸਭ ਕੁਝ ਹੈ ਜੋ ਮੈਂ ਕਦੇ ਜਾਣਦਾ ਹਾਂ, ਕਦੇ ਜਾਣਦਾ ਹਾਂ ਇਸ ਲਈ ਆਓ h

Bem, olá, mundo Espero que você esteja ouvindo Perdoem-me se eu sou jovem Por falar fora da curva Tem alguém que eu estava com saudades Penso que poderiam ser A melhor metade de mim Eles estão no lugar errado Tryin' para acertar Mas estou cansado de justificar Por isso, digo-vos Venha para casa, volte para casa Porque eu estive esperando por você Por tanto tempo, por tanto tempo E neste momento há uma guerra entre as vaidades Mas tudo o que vejo é você e eu E a luta por você é tudo o que eu já conheci Então volte para casa Ooh Eu me perco na beleza De tudo o que vejo O mundo não é tão ruim quanto Como eles pintam para ser Se todos os filhos, todas as filhas Parou para recebê-lo Bem, espero que o ódio diminua E o amor pode começar Pode começar agora, sim Bem, talvez eu esteja apenas sonhando em voz alta Bem, até lá Venha para casa, volte para casa Porque eu estive esperando por você Por tanto tempo, por tanto tempo E neste momento há uma guerra entre as vaidades Mas tudo o que vejo é você e eu E a luta por você é tudo o que eu já conheci, sempre soube Então venha h

Bem, olá, mundo Espero que você esteja ouvindo Perdoe-me se eu sou jovem Por falar fora de hora Há alguém que eu tenho sentido falta Eu acho que eles poderiam ser A melhor metade de mim Eles estão no lugar errado Tentando fazer isso direito Mas estou cansado de justificar Então eu digo a você Volte para casa, volte para casa Porque eu estive esperando por você Por tanto tempo, por tanto tempo E agora há uma guerra entre as vaidades Mas tudo que vejo é você e eu E a luta por você é tudo que eu já conheci Então volte para casa Ooh Eu me perco na beleza De tudo que eu vejo O mundo não é tão ruim Como eles pintam para ser Se todos os filhos, todas as filhas Parei para levá-lo em Bem, espero que o ódio diminua E o amor pode começar Pode começar agora, sim Bem, talvez eu esteja apenas sonhando em voz alta Bem, até então Volte para casa, volte para casa Porque eu estive esperando por você Por tanto tempo, por tanto tempo E agora há uma guerra entre as vaidades Mas tudo que vejo é você e eu E a luta por você é tudo que eu já conheci, sempre soube Então venha h

Cóż, witaj świecie Mam nadzieję, że słuchasz Wybacz mi, jeśli jestem młody Za mówienie poza kolejnością Jest ktoś, za kim tęsknię Myślę, że mogą być Lepsza połowa mnie Są w złym miejscu Próbuję zrobić to dobrze Ale jestem zmęczony usprawiedliwianiem Więc mówię do ciebie Wróć do domu, wróć do domu Bo czekałem na ciebie Tak długo, tak długo A teraz toczy się wojna między próżnościami Ale wszystko, co widzę, to ty i ja A walka o ciebie to wszystko, co kiedykolwiek znałem Więc wracaj do domu Ooh Zatracam się w pięknie Ze wszystkiego, co widzę Świat nie jest nawet w połowie taki zły Jak to malują Jeśli wszyscy synowie, wszystkie córki Zatrzymałem się, żeby to przyjąć Cóż, miejmy nadzieję, że nienawiść ustąpi I miłość może się zacząć Może się zacząć teraz, tak Cóż, może po prostu śnię na głos Cóż, do tego czasu Wróć do domu, wróć do domu Bo czekałem na ciebie Tak długo, tak długo A teraz toczy się wojna między próżnościami Ale wszystko, co widzę, to ty i ja A walka o ciebie to wszystko, co kiedykolwiek znałem, kiedykolwiek znałem Więc chodź h

[aljawgharo]

افكر أن أرى

afakir 'an 'araa

dumayu posmotret'

أعتقد أن أنام

'aetaqid 'ana 'anam

dumayu spat'

[thefvrious]

vlad had a gentleness in him that was reserved for very few people. his parents had always been privy to his tender side, and he had shown it to tati, too, long before baring his teeth. he had seen something in her almost from the moment they had met, something he was still chasing despite his mistakes. "chuvstvo vzaimno." the feeling is mutual.

delighted, vlad dug into the dish set before him, chewing thoughtfully as he felt her eyes on him. he knew tati was waiting for a verdict, so he purposefully took a few more bites before giving it to her. "ne govori mame, no ya dumayu, chto ty pobil yeye." do no tell mama, but i think you beat her.

for all his tattoos and muscles and generally frightening demeanor, tati was never afraid of him, and she had always found him charming. sure, people would cross the street when he was coming down the sidewalk, but such was the life of a russian gangster; chances are they'd do that anyway. she gave him a warm grin when he laid that romantic line on her. ' ty delayesh' menya golovokruzhitel'noy. ' you make me lightheaded.

she chuckled when she heard the noises of approval; russian men loved homemade food was her experience, and the sounds were those of approval. she used a spoon to give him some before sitting down herself, elbow bent on table and chin cupped in her palm, watching him, waiting to see if the food met with his approval. ' ostorozhno, ya mogu skazat' da, ' she teased. careful, i might say yes.

[granills]

[novamirmirsblog]

Tipsy

Word count: 1118

Genre: fluff

Request: yes

Warnings: Thor's Asgardian liquor XD

Pairing: Natasha x reader

You had just returned from a solo mission. Your first solo mission in a while and you had forgotten just how exhausting they could be. Everything ached and you were looking forward to cuddling up with your girlfriend as a movie played in the background. Unfortunately for you, things rarely go to plan. You realised that you were perhaps not getting your wish when you felt rather than heard a group of rather loud people with even louder music. You briefly thanked whatever higher power there may or may not be that Stark had the sense to build the floors you all lived on so high off the ground because you could only imagine the noise complaints you would have received had he not.

"Y/n!" Natasha launched herself off the coffee table and onto you, her legs wrapping around your waist as she grinned down at you. The flush on her face was a telltale sign of just how drunk she was. You raised an eyebrow at her, not believing how drunk she got. You knew she had an amazing alcohol tolerance and could even outdrink Steve but when you saw Thor and his large glass, you put two and two together.

"Y/n! Finally! Take your girlfriend away!" Thor laughed, his deep chuckle seeming to reverberate through your chest. "She's no match for the mighty Asgardian liquor!"

"And by the looks of it, neither are you Thor." You smirked at him as he stumbled his way off of his seat, subsequently knocking over a part of the sound system and causing the music to cut out.

"I have you know mere mortal, that I'm not even tipsy."

"Yeah, and Natasha is just a cute little cuddle bunny." You felt Natasha laugh as she slipped out of your arms, dancing to an imaginary track played in her head.

"I could beeeee." Natasha swayed from side to side, a smile permanently etched onto her rosy face. All you could do was roll your eyes at her antics.

"Sure babe. Of course you could."

"Я мог бы!" (I could!) Natasha pouts for a solid 3 seconds before bursting out into a fit of laughter.

"Okay bunny. You're going to have a hell of a headache tomorrow." You realised she must be really drunk for her to revert to Russian. Luckily, Natasha was drunk enough to not fight back as you picked her up with about as much grace as an elephant. You slung her over your shoulder and waved goodnight to those who were still aware of their surroundings.

You walked back to your shared room, Natasha giggling at the way she bounced on your shoulder, exaggerating the bounces until she felt too sick.

"Y/n... Ya dumayu, chto ya zaboleyu" (Y/n I think I'm going to be sick). Natasha stopped laughing briefly and you set her down very quickly.

"Not on me you're not!" You took a look at her face and saw how green she looked and you rushed her to the bathroom on that floor. Once Natasha had finished hurling her guts up, you continued to your room.

You set Natasha on your bed and rummaged about for pyjamas. You were so engrossed in your task that you didn't hear her move from the bed to the stereo Natasha had gotten you as a birthday gift.

'I hear a symphony' was playing lightly in the background which was what drew you from your hunt for pyjamas. You had settled on an oversized shirt and shorts. "Come on Natasha, you need to sleep." Natasha just twirled around the room, a glint in her hazy eyes. "No. Don't you dare start. Natasha I'm serious!"

Natasha pirouetted and leapt her way across the room rather gracefully for an almost blackout drunk. The lack of stumbles were impressive. "I used to hear a simple song." Natasha began to sing, giggling as she span faster, causing herself to trip.

"Shhhh." You laughed, trying to corral her into the bathroom so you could take off her makeup. It wasn't that you disliked her singing - no, you thought she had a beautiful voice, it was just that she really needed to sleep this off before the hangover caught up with her. Plus drunk singing was only amusing if you were drunk as well.

Natasha ignored you. "That was until you came along."

You tried to grab her but she jumped over the bed. Damn those spy skills. She stuck her tongue out at you and began to dance again, waving her arms over her head.

"You took my broken melody, now I hear a symphony."

"You're ridiculous Natasha." You laughed as you pulled her sleeping shirt over her arms, giving up on trying to get her to the bathroom.

"But you loveeeee meeeee." Natasha grabbed your arm, swinging it as her melodic laugh echoed around the room.

You gasped "I do?"

"Yessss! Come on Y/n - dance with me." Natasha seemed to sober up as she waited for your response. You wondered briefly as you made your way over to her if this was a more loaded question for her. Whatever answer she came up with from your actions, she seemed delighted with as she wrapped her arms around your waist, your hands automatically going to her shoulders.

As you danced, you gently moved her closer and closer to the bed until she fell back on it, you landing on top of her.

"Oy" (Oh) Natasha let out lowly, her eyes becoming hooded "Yesli ty khotel, chtoby ya tak lezhal v posteli, vse, chto tebe nuzhno bylo sdelat', eto sprosit.'" (If you wanted me in bed like this all you had to do was ask)

"Aww baby no. You're far too drunk for that."

"Ya ne." (Am not)

"Natasha considering the only English you spoke to me during this whole conversation was when you sang, its safe to say you're too drunk for this." You gave her a kiss on her forehead and rolled off her.

You left her in the room to grab some headache pills and water for the morning and by the time you came back, Natasha was passed out, her legs and arms spread out across the bed in a starfish shape as she softly snored. You smiled gently and placed the water and pills on the nightstand, quickly showering and changing into pyjamas before climbing into bed. Natasha grunted and pulled you into her, pressing her forehead against yours. You gently drew shapes on her back and shoulders until it lulled you to sleep, the weight of her arms around you comforting you in a way you had missed with your whole being while you were on that solo mission.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Fade

CW: Stab wound, descriptions of wound-packing and stitches, brief reference to child abuse, blood, passing out, talk of going into shock

Follow-up to Jake Being Stabbed

Everything smells like blood.

The smell of it is thick and sticks to the inside of his nose, coats his tongue with the memory of copper-salt-sweet, like when he lost a tooth as a kid by pulling it out, too impatient to wait. Every breath comes with an answering flush of agony radiating from the blurry handle he can see sticking out of his shoulder, he feels sick with pain down to his fingertips, out through his chest.

His heart beats in hammers, working too hard to keep pushing blood that doesn’t want to stay inside him.

His eyes are on the ceiling fan spinning lazily above his head. He needs to change those light bulbs, he thinks. Soon.

“Ne dvigaytes', Misha,” Antoni says, leaning over him, shaggy hair over distant dark brown eyes. Whatever Antoni sees, it’s far, far away from him. But his fingers move quickly, don’t press too hard. “Eto budet bol'no.”

Bol’no. Jake knows that one.

“H-hurt,” He repeats, eyebrows furrowing a little. The ceiling fan is starting to make him feel dizzy.

Or maybe that’s the blood loss.

“Hurt... p-painfully.”

“Da,” Antoni murmurs, emotionless, flat as the side of the knife, and Jake turns his head a little - oh, the world spins when he does that - and sees Antoni’s long fingers closing around the handle of the knife.

“Shit,” Jake whispers, realizing a half-second too late - or early, it doesn’t fucking matter, does it? - what Antoni is about to do. “Wait, Ant, don’t-”

“Nyet doktora, nyet bol’nitsy,” Antoni whispers. “Tol'ko brat'ya.”

“Oh, fuck, no.” Jake allows himself the whimper that escapes without his consent, he tells himself he allows it. His uninjured arm tenses as he closes his hand into a fist, closes his eyes, tries to shut out his knowledge. “Antoni, it’s gonna-... I’ll fucking b-bleed out-”

“Nyet,” Antoni mutters. “Etot byl slishkom napugan chtoby ubit' tebya, ya dumayu.” He pauses, and Jake cracks an eyelid to see Antoni holding out a cooking spoon, the handle horizontal in front of his face. “Bite down,” Antoni says in English, his accent heavier than Jake has ever heard.

But... he thinks... Chris has probably heard him speak like this.

He opens his mouth, obedient and terrified, and the wooden tastes odd against his tongue as he closes his teeth around it. 

“This will hurt,” Antoni says, and picks up the towel again, hovering it over the knife he is gripped tightly onto. “Very much. Bite down.”

He pulls the knife out of Jake’s shoulder in one smooth motion.

Jake’s back arches off the floor, his head jammed back against the tile, as he screams around the spoon, veins standing out in his throat. Antoni jams the towel against the wound in nearly the same second the knife exits and the sharp pain of the blade is replaced by the overwhelming throb of cloth being forced not on but in to the bloodied gash.

Jake keeps screaming, eyes wide open now, vision white and gray and sparking every color there is and several he’s pretty sure he can’t usually see, as Antoni packs the wound with careful, precise, efficient speed.

“At first I think it go through,” Antoni says, almost idly, as if this is nothing more than the average Saturday night for him. “But I see now is blood from front pooling on floor. A good sign. Tonight we fail. What if you leave fingerprints, hm? What then?”

Jake’s screams taper off into grunts, forcing air through his nose, his hand in a fist beating ineffectually against the floor just to have something to do. He’s going to black out. He’s going to black out. He’s going to-

“Yeshche raz, Misha.”

Antoni pushes the cloth viciously further into the wound and Jake’s world goes dark.

-

He swims up from darkness to pain he can’t understand, that his mind simply sets aside and refuses to acknowledge. His shoulder burns like it’s being slowly torn off of his body and he whines, eyes still closed, afraid of the light that turns the backs of his eyelids red. 

It was bound to happen eventually. 

He’d gotten worse and worse.

They didn’t leave in time.

They can go now, though. Right? This will be enough, right? He shudders as his arm is jostled a little, tears running from the corners of his eyes to soak into the short hair by his ears, run further, drip to mix with the blood on the floor below.

This has to be enough to be worth leaving for good this time, right?

“Mom-... fuck, Mom, y-you okay? Shit, shit, h-hurts, Mom, we gotta go, we gotta go-... he’s gonna kill you-”

“Sssshhhh,” She whispers, running her fingers through his hair. Her voice is deeper, but he knows who it is, then. Where he is. When he is. “It’s okay, Jake. I’ve got you. Dr. Masood is here. It’s okay.”

Jake’s eyes open and her brown hair swings around, in waves, she must’ve taken her braid out before someone called her. Nat smiles down at him, concern written in the way her eyes travel over his face, in the tightness of her jaw and the way the lines of her face stand out more than ever, etched in stone. 

“Nat-... h-he didn’t do it on p-purpose, he thought-”

“I know,” Nat says, softly. There’s a spike of pain and Jake turns his head to see the flash of light off a thin needle and unmistakable stiff black thread. He stares at it, barely able to comprehend what’s happening.

Dr. Masood doesn’t look at him. He is far to focused on stitching closed Jake’s shoulder. His own lips are a thin line, and there is nothing but determination in his dark eyes, in the swift motions of his hands, expert, unshaking. 

“Chris told me,” Nat says, running fingers through his hair again, reaching to gently turn his eyes back to her. “That, um, he said his name is Jameson... thought you were someone else. I don’t care about that right now. Just look at me, Jake. You’re not going to bleed out, I don’t think, but you sure gave us a fright.”

“All... all in a day’s work,” Jake says hoarsely, and Nat smiles for him, shaking her head slightly. He blinks a few times - the sharp pain of the stitches is... less present, somehow. Less insistent. He feels a little distant from it, drifting somewhere just beside his own body, not really inside it.

That’s probably not good.

“Where-... where’s... Chris, Ant, everybody-...” He trails off, unable to find the energy to keep asking.

“Chris is in your room with Kauri,” Nat answers, reaching over to take his good hand, right hand, his uninjured arm, closing her fingers around his. He can barely feel her grip. “Ant... I don’t know. I think in the bathroom upstairs. Everyone else is in their rooms.”

“Kauri.” Jake tries to move, and then groans and collapses back to the floor again. “Kauri, shit, he must’ve come back and seen-”

“Kauri called me,” Nat says quietly, evenly. Her voice is careful, not exactly emotionless but not shaking, either. There’s nothing but warmth and certainty there, and Jake lets himself rest in it. “He wasn’t making much sense, and I got here as fast as I could. Chris filled me in once I did. He was-... having some trouble, but he got the words out. Dr. Masood is going to get you sewn up and stabilized.”

“Antoni did excellent work packing the wound,” The doctor is murmuring to himself. “Quality work. Fresh clean cloth, not sterile but better than anything else in your average household... this is shockingly clean for a stab wound, the assailant missed major... everything, really, what absolute good fortune-”

“Dr. Masood?” Nat raises her eyes, and the doctor pauses in his meticulous work to look at her. “His fingers are cold.”

“Numb,” Jake corrects her in a mumble.

“What?” Dr. Masood’s eyes move to Jake, now, but there is no change in his expression of focused scrutiny. 

“M’fingers... numb. Can’t really feel Nat’s hand.”

“Hm.” Dr. Masood goes back to work. Jake thinks he’s working more quickly now. “Natalie, what is Jakob’s blood type?”

“Uh...”

“O positive,” Jake manages. He remembers having to know this for the hospital as a kid. “’M O positive.”

“Lucky you,” Dr. Masood says quietly, and then sits back on his heels, looking up at Nat. Looking at him to jake feels like looking through a campfire, everything wavy and woozy and strange. He feels drunk, and cold. And like he’s looking at himself from across the room. 

He tries to waggle his fingers in a wave. Hey, me.

Dr. Masood is frowning now. “Go to my car and bring in the cooler you find there. It’s not too large, it shouldn’t be hard to carry.”

Oh, the white around his eyes is back, pushing in on his vision, wiping it clean. White and gray and black and red.

What’s red and black and white all over-

“Fuck,” Jake whispers. “Chris is... gonna freak out.”

“Too late for that,” Nat says, matter-of-fact. “We can handle that later. Doctor Masood, why-”

“Jakob needs blood,” Dr. Masood says simply. “And I have been told there will be no visit to a hospital. I can provide some care here. Call your friend who does EMT work, they will be better at emergency stabilization than I am.”

“They might be busy-”

“Then tell them to stop being busy. Jakob Stanton needs blood.” Dr. Masood’s eyes are on Jake’s face again, and his lips thin even more. “I do believe he needs it right now.”

Jake stares back at the doctor’s wavy, shivering face until his vision fades to black.

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These images kill me, man. Incredible job at making them look as teens, I want to pinch Tabitha's cheeks. I hope there's a way to take out the hollow out of Scarlet.

[dontcare77ghj]

Soul

Steve x reader x Bucky x Tony

Set in the Parenting universe

Requested by @deansblackbeauty

Before a person was born, something happened to them in the between. Their soul would split and be shared with the person, or persons, who would be their other half. When those who shared a soul finally met, their eyes would glow a bright neon blue to symbolize their shared connection.

At least that was one way people rationalized soulmates. There were hundreds of other theories, but this was the one most chose to believe. Probably because it felt the most magical. 

At the end of the day, no-one really thought about why soulmates existed. All that mattered was that they did and that one day you would be able to meet the other part of your soul.

It was times like this that you missed your sister. Stakeouts were usually the dullest part of the job. You would be watching a target go about their daily lives or cheating on their partners or stealing company information, boring things like that.

Stakeouts were your second least favorite aspect of this job, beaten only by the actual murder of people.

Though, this stakeout was by far one of your better ones.

You'd been atop an abandoned building, watching as one of your hits was cheating on her wife. You had been laid on the roof when suddenly you sensed someone behind you.

Quickly, you rolled to the side, missing the bullet that would have hit you in the skull. Looking behind you, you saw the dark silhouette of a man with his gun raised at you.

The two of you had engaged in a shoot out before he ran towards you. The building you were on was incredibly old. To even sneak up there, you had to place yourself very carefully. So to have this man barreling towards you on this old roof was not a good idea.

The roof made a loud groaning sound before you were suddenly falling. Your hand grasped onto a sharp piece of metal, and you were jerked to a stop.

You were dangling above the ground, hand bleeding as you clutched the jagged metal roof, and you could hear the man coming towards you. 

After several tense seconds, suddenly, the man was standing above you, gun drawn.

Refusing to show fear in your final moments, you raised your head, and your eyes met his. 

And suddenly, his eyes glowed a bright neon blue.

You gasped at the implementation, and quickly you were being pulled up.

"Dusha." The man murmured once you stood safely before him. (Soul)

"Da, dusha. Ty moya dusha." You told him. (Yes, soul. You're my soul.) 

"Kak vas zovut?" He asked, pulling you away from the collapsing ceiling. (What's your name?)

"Romanova. Y/N Romanova. Chto tvoye?" (What's yours?)

"Aktiv." He told you. "YA aktiv." 

(Asset. I'm the asset.) 

You learned a lot that night on the roof. And in the four years that followed.

HYDRA came to collect Bucky ten minutes after you met him. Their first instinct was to kill you, but the second they raised their guns, Bucky shot them dead. 

All four of them.

And when another batch arrived and tried to take you away, he did the same thing. 

And that is when you learned the first thing about the asset.

The longer you were around the asset, the more he was in control. As it turns out, HYDRA was controlling your soul. In the years that would come, you would learn they had conditioned him to comply with a set of trigger words. Though you could never find out the words despite your years of espionage. 

But the longer you were around him, the more he was able to break out of it and remember things. 

Things like his name.

Eventually, Bucky's handler arrived and told him that they weren't going to kill you. That you could be brought back to the compound with him.

You agreed because at the time you thought you'd be able to be with Bucky, you were quickly proven wrong. 

You were allowed to see Bucky for two hours a day. This was the most time you could spend with him without him breaking his conditioning.

Your freedom was also stolen from you.

HYDRA ensured you spent the majority of your time in a small locked suite that was at the back of the compound. 

Out of sight, out of mind.

You had to admit, you had mixed feelings about this. On the one hand, you were aggravated that you were locked away from the outside world and your soul. But on the other hand, you weren't killing anyone. 

You'd never wanted to be an assassin, but it was all you knew. It was all you were good at. And now HYDRA had taken it, and any connection to the outside, from you.

"Bucky." You happily sighed as he entered your room. Getting up from your chair, you slowly moved to stand before him. "Kto ya?" You asked, holding a hand up to him.

(Who am I?)

"Dusha. Ty moya dusha." He said, raising his hand to yours. (Soul. You are my soul.)

"I kto ty takoy?" You asked, intertwining your fingers with his. (And who are you?)

"Vash. Vasha dusha." (Yours. Your soul.)

"Khoroshiy." You nodded. (Good.)

"U menya yest' novosti dlya tebya," Bucky said, moving you towards the small couch. "Menya otpravlyayut, i oni khotyat, chtoby vy poshli so mnoy."  (I have news for you. I'm being sent out, and they want you to come with me.)

"Zachem? Oni nikogda ne pozvolyali mne ran'she." You asked, looking him over. (Why? They've never let me before.)

"Dumayu, ya znal svoyu tsel'. Pered." He murmured to you, almost inaudibly. YA slyshal, kak okhrannik skazal, chto oni boyalis', chto ya slomayus'." (I think I knew my target. Before. I heard a guard say they worried I'd break.)

"Ty uveren, chto rech' shla o missii?" You asked, raising a brow at him. (You're sure it was about the mission?)

"Polozhitel'nyy." He nodded. (Positive.)

"YA ne iz tekh, kto smotrit darenomu konyu v zuby." You shrugged. "Po krayney mere, my budem provodit' bol'she vremeni vmeste. (I'm not one to look the gift horse in the mouth. At least we'll get more time together.)

"Oni khotyat, chtoby ty ubil, Y/N. Vam ne predostavlyayetsya vybor stoyat' v storone." Bucky told you. (They want you to kill, Y/N. You're not being given a choice to stand on the sidelines.)

"Buck, u menya ne bylo vybora s tekh por, kak ya vstretil tebya." You sighed. "YA uzhe privyk k etomu." (Buck, I haven't had a choice since I met you. I'm used to it at this point.)

"Proshu proshcheniya za vse eto," Bucky said, looking away from you. (I am sorry for all of this.)

Grabbing Bucky's chin, you forced him to look you in the eyes. You gave him a gentle smile before pressing your lips to his cheek.

"Ne bud'. YA by ni na chto ne promenyal s toboy svoye vremya. Ty moya dusha, i nichego ne mozhet etogo izmenit'. I ya etogo ne khochu." You told him firmly. (Don't be. I wouldn't trade my time with you for anything. You're my soul, and nothing can change that. And I don't want it to.)

"Moya dusha," Bucky said, putting his head in the crook of your neck. (My soul.)

"Da, dusha." (Yes, soul.)

For the remainder of your time together, the two of you stayed on that ratty couch. Not speaking, merely holding onto one another and embracing each other.

You should have known this wouldn't be easy. You should have known the universe wouldn't make this easy for either of you. 

The mission had failed.

You hadn't been able to kill your targets, either of them. In fact, the two of you had run.

The two of you had run from your targets to an abandoned building Bucky had found.

Bucky was asleep beside you, his form stiff and rigid, as you sat upright surveying the area. You couldn't sleep. Your mind wouldn't let you.

You couldn't stop thinking about what happened today. You couldn't stop thinking about when your eyes met.

You'd never had this many problems with a target. Or multiple targets. Perhaps you were out of practice, or before, you were simply so cocky about your abilities you were just showboating.

But Steve Rogers and Tony Stark were proving to be formidable targets.

You were facing off with Tony Stark, who was shooting at you from behind a pillar. 

"Why does everyone want to kill me?" You heard the man complain as you shot close to his head. 

The man shot a blast at you, which you dodged easily before flipping towards him. You pulled a dagger out of your thigh holster and slammed it into the pillar only to find Stark not there.

"Missed me!" Stark cheered from behind you. Spinning quickly, you threw another knife in Stark's direction for him to dodge. "Missed me again!"

You let out a loud growl as you raised your head and glared at the man. Stark's eyes met yours, and it happened.

His eyes glowed a bright, neon blue.

"Fuck." The two of you swore in unison.

Before you could process what was happening, Bucky rushed to your side and was pulling you away from the scene.

As the two of you were fleeing from the scene, you glanced over your shoulder. Steve had moved to stand beside a shell-shocked Tony and managed to catch your eye.

Bright, neon blue.

Bucky had dragged you away because he thought you were hurt. His protective instincts always shone through when he was freshly wiped.

HYDRA would be coming to take the two of you back to the base in a few hours, but you wouldn't put it past them to come and snatch you while you were sleeping. 

You had been admiring Bucky's sleeping form when you heard it. The quiet crunch of footsteps below you. 

Your gun was already in your hand as you slowly stood from your makeshift bed. You didn't make a sound as you left the room where Bucky slept and moved towards the noise.

It was on the ground floor you found the source of the noise.

You were grabbed from behind, an arm wrapping itself around your waist, the other around your mouth.

"It's okay, we just want to talk. We're not here to hurt you." A voice said soothingly as another man appeared in front of you. Yanking yourself out of his grasp, you stood in front of the two and shook your head.

"You shouldn't be here. It's not safe for you." You told them. "You need to go."

"We just want to talk," Steve said. "We need to talk."

"We tried to kill you, both of you, less than twelve hours ago. You're either incredibly stupid or entirely moronic." You said, crossing your arms and raising a brow at the two.

"Probably both," Tony muttered.

"The two of you need to go. We're being taken back to base in a couple hours, and the guards will kill you if they see you." You told the two.

"Not if no-one's here when they arrive." Steve countered, taking a step forward. "Come with us. You and Bucky-"

"How do you know his name?" You demanded of the blonde, grip tightening on your gun. 

"I knew him when we were young. He was the first part of my soul I found. He's a part of me, just like Tony, and just like you." Steve told you. "You know as well as we do what that glow meant. You're a part of our souls."

"We tried to kill you." You reminded him.

"Everyone has their own story on how they met their souls. At least ours is entertaining." Tony snorted.

"You know we can't come with you." 

"Why not?" Tony asked, moving to stand beside Steve. "We want you, both of you. We don't care about what you've done."

"You don't even know a tenth of what we've done." You scoffed. "We can't come with you because the two of you are good, good people. We're not. Buck's got an excuse, but me not so much. We can't come with you because my hands are dripping red, and Bucky's not even Bucky on most days."

"What does that mean?" Steve asked you. "What does any of that mean?"

"It means I'm a murderer. I've killed so many people because it's what I've been told. And Bucky, HYDRA has him so firmly under their control, I can barely break him out. Sometimes he's a man I recognize, and others, he has two capabilities. Obey and protect." You told them before letting out a long sigh. "We can't come with you because our souls would taint you."

"That's bullshit, and you know it," Steve said, moving towards you. "Everyone has done things they regret, fuck knows we have. You're not perfect, fine, neither are we, but we're yours. And you and Bucky, you're ours." He said, stopping right in front of you.

"We can help you, both of you. Get you out of HYDRA and away from them. You'd never have to kill again if that's what you want, and we can fix what HYDRA did to Bucky." Tony added. "You know everyone's got baggage."

"Not like this." You shook your head. 

"Probably true." Tony nodded. "But lucky for you, we're gentlemen and can always help with the bags." He said, causing you to let out a weak laugh.

"That was terrible." You shook your head.

"Not one of my best, but if you come with us, you'll get to hear better." Tony offered you.

"I never wanted to be HYDRA." You quietly admitted. "Before, I used to kill them if I ever came across them, and now I'm their prisoner. But even I know you don't just get out of HYDRA. Not alive, at least."

"Well, how would you and Bucky like to set a record?" Steve asked you. "Come with us, please."

Sucking in a deep breath, you looked between the two and gave them a firm nod. 

"Y/N Romanova." You introduced yourself. "If we're gonna do this, we've gotta be quick. And we have to wake up Bucky."

"Let's do it."

"Did you say Romanova?"

"And that's how I met your pops." You said to the young boy sat on your lap. 

“And then you met Daddy?” He asked, pushing his glasses up onto his nose. Smiling at the boy, you gently reached out and tapped his nose.

“And then we met Daddy.” You confirmed with a nod. “We got to adopt him and then your Daddy met your Mommy and they had you.”

“What was Daddy like as a kid?” Ben asked you as Peter entered with your three souls behind him. “Daddy!” Ben cheered, rushing towards his father.

“Baby!” Peter returned with the same amount of enthusiasm. Peter swung the boy into his arms as Bucky and Tony sat beside you and Steve came to stand behind you.

“How are you, honey?” Steve asked, leaning down to kiss your head.

“I’m good. I was just about to tell Ben all about when his Dad was a kid.” You said, smirking when Peter let out a loud groan.

“Come on, mom, no need to tell him old war stories.” He said, collapsing into a seat with Ben on his lap.

“There’s no need, but it’s fun to see you squirm.” Bucky smiled at him.

“Exactly!” Tony grinned, leaning into Bucky’s side. “Let me tell you about the time Daddy and Uncle Ned blew up my lab.”

This was the moment you wished to forever repeat. Your son and grandson at your side as well as your dushi. 

Your souls.

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«Я думаю, мы поговорим». Трамп допустил возможность беседы с Путиным

Избранный президент США Дональд Трамп допустил возможность переговоров с российским лидером Владимиром Путиным после его победы на выборах главы США. Он пояснил, что уже поговорил с 70 мировыми лидерами, включая президента Украины Владимира Зеленского, но Путина в их числе не было.

Я думаю, мы поговорим

Дональд Трамп

избранный президент США

В интервью NBC Трамп также отметил, что договорился в ближайшее время пообедать с президентом Соединенных Штатов Джо Байденом.

Накануне Путин поздравил Трампа с победой

Путин выступил на 21-м ежегодном заседании клуба «Валдай» в Сочи 7 ноября, где во время своей речи поздравил Дональда Трампа с победой на выборах. Он назвал предвыборные заявления Трампа политическими, но заслуживающими внимания за стремление закончить украинский кризис и восстановить отношения с РФ.

Как позже пояснил официальный представитель Кремля Дмитрий Песков, заявление российского лидера, как и все, что он говорит, было официальным.

Зеленский один их первых поздравил Трампа

Украинский президент сообщил, что провел с Трампом «отличный телефонный разговор». «Мы договорились поддерживать тесный диалог и развивать наше сотрудничество», — указал Зеленский.

Несмотря на то, что в Киеве оценили победу республиканца на выборах со «сдержанным оптимизмом», политолог-американист Малек Дудаков предположил, что отношения Киева и Вашингтона при Трампе могут сложиться довольно непростые. На этом, по его словам, скажется в том числе нежелание Трампа тратить ресурсы на украинский конфликт. «Киев [при Трампе] ждет много неприятных неожиданностей», — предрек он.

Названа причина стремления Трампа завершить конфликт на Украине

По мнению бывшего морпеха США Брайана Берлетика, избранный американский лидер хочет закончить украинский конфликт потому, что видит, что США проигрывают в нем. Кроме того, по его мнению, Трамп хочет сконцентрироваться на противостоянии с Китаем.

О скором начале переговоров по теме украинского конфликта, по мнению норвежского политолога Гленна Дизена, может говорит сделанный Трампом звонок премьер-министру Венгрии Виктору Орбану. «Звонок Трампа Орбану, как одному из немногих здравомыслящих лидеров в Европе, обнадеживает», — указал политолог, напомнив, что венгерский политик первым среди европейских лидеров призвал к началу переговоров по урегулированию конфликта.

Известно, что Трамп обещал «держать в фокусе своего внимания» вопрос кризиса на Украине. Позже газета The Wall Street Journal сообщила, что команда избранного американского лидера начала подготовку плана урегулирования конфликта, в который вошел пункт об отказе Украины от попыток вступления в НАТО на 20 лет. Однако данную информацию в России назвали абстрактной. «Можно сказать, что настоящие планы президентов вряд ли анонсируются в газетах», — заявил Песков.

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ya vsegda dumayu o tebe, kogda govoru pro lubov

[relucant]

VISCERALLY SATISFYING MOMENTS:

my russian is godawful, but i have never been so happy to know the little i do as when my two roommates were just talking about me -- i don’t have reason to think it was anything bad, but still -- and i could pick out enough to raise an eyebrow when i heard “amerikanka,” the american girl -- and one of them was like “dumayu chto ona ponimaet,” i think she understands... and i’m just like, yes, i know you’re talking about me.

[stevethecaptainrogers]

***

The figure stands in the open doorway to the master bedroom, watching the two men sleep.  The blonde one is splayed out on his back snoring softly, the blanket barely draped low only on his hips and groin, the rest of his naked body exposed, one arm hanging over the edge of the bed while the other hand rested on his partner’s covered hip.  This man is curled up tight in a ball under the blanket only his hair exposed, no sounds coming from him.

She narrows her eyes and taked one last peek at the blonde before stepping backward out into the hallway.  The softest coo from the room across the hall caught her attention and she slipped into the room silently, eyes on the crib in the corner.  Movement inside of it was slight but it was clear the baby was awake.  The sounds of soft sighs and a tiny yawn met her ears.

Approaching the crib, she leaned over and looked down and was met with bright blue eyes, tiny pouty rosy lips, and a thick head of fine dark hair.  She gasped and covered her mouth, head snapping around to look toward the master bedroom.

“It’s true...”  Her voice nearly a whisper.  She saw two faces in the child, her sister Talia and the man who had cared for and trained them so many years ago.

“Soldat...”  She feels her eyes prickle with tears and the childreached up for her with a jack o lantern grin.  Wiping her eyes she smiled back and bends to pick her up, lifting her to her shoulder and looking around, moving to the pink easy chair nest to the crib.

“Privet, malyshka, ya dumayu, chto ya tvoya tetya Yelena.“  She leaned the baby back into the crook of her arm and stares at her face.  Same full cheeks as Talia, the little chin, but the rest was all Soldat, there was no mistaking it.

“Natasha byla prava. Ty takaya krasivaya, kak tvoya mama.“  She felt more tears slip down her cheeks and held the child lovingly, unknowingly forgetting herslef and letting her guard down.

“What is that sound, I think the damn fisher cat is back.” He whispered as he looked outside careful not to dusturb Winter who has hidden under the comforter. Fisher cats are known for their eerie cries which sound like a woman screaming and it annoyed him when they did it around the cabin.

He heard it again in the distance and then silence and he settled back down. He was starting to drift off when Princess started growling and pacing. Then he heard a scuffle outside, too close to their home and it did not sound like animal movement.

“Fuck. Shit, Winter this is it, they’re here, get ready!” he stood as he barked the order and shifted as he opened the window. “Gonna look around, love you.” He never got used to his voice changing in his new form, “Princess let’s go!” They were out the window and on the floor stalking the area in seconds, sniffing and looking for the lurker.

@thewinterdork